“We love potatoes. But no one loves potatoes as much as my daughter.” My face used to burn when my mom would…
Apathy is the enemy of Idealism, though Idealism has yet to notice. This lucid hatred may be the only thing Apathy cares…
new perspective, renewal / can’t imagine mere semantics / cool confesses salt of the earth pulling the trigger to heaven / everything…
There is a house up for sale on Inglis Court / It has red brick and white windows with black shutters /…
I was sitting on my usual armchair facing my therapist, holding a large canvas against my lap. “Should I show it to…
stretched out honeyed wavelengths // flow from the “deep sleep meditation” playlist / through the tangled earbuds / and slowly drip, medicinal,…
“Please, Miss? Can you help me?” The girl is quite ill; that much is obvious. Such a little thing—she couldn’t be more…
I place my head carefully / and a thousand acres of zaatar / descend with me. / Here there’s a reservoir /…
I can hear the distant sputtering of the generator shutting down through the shabby wooden walls of the outhouse. The hazy yellow…
Observe! The writer in their natural habitat // cacophonous cafés, claustrophobic bookshelf crevasses, / a modest desk under the waning moon //…
